So Wednesday I woke up in our beautiful beach front resort, strolled over for breakfast... went for a swim in the Andaman Sea (which is very warm and salty compared to the Pacific Ocean), then as I was relaxing in my room, around noon I started feeling a little "off". Now I had had diarrhea twice that morning, but honestly, didn't think much of it since we've all been messed up in that area one way or the other since arriving. Either we don't deuce for 4 days (seriously), or we deuce 4x's a day. haha. Anyway... so I'm feeling a little warm, but figure I just got a little sun. I take it easy the rest of the day until sundown and stroll over for a Mai Tai to watch the sun go down..... 1/2 way through my drink I had to excuse myself... I was feeling dizzy, very warm, and uncomfortable. I get back to the room, and jump into bed. Within 1 hour I am on fire... burning up, but shaking with chills at the same time. "Holy crap", I thought to myself..... Now I haven't had a fever since I can remember and this was probably the worst one I ever remember having. I was F'ed.
Anyway, I laid in bed for about 3 hours, shaking, my entire body was tight... for a moment I really thought I was going to die, or at the very least go to the hospital. So I consulted my Lonely Planet guide and diagnosed myself with "Traveler's Diarrhea" (aka Montezuma's Revenge... depending on where you are) and popped a Cipro, some Ibuprofen, and a sleep aid. 14hours I woke up feeling about 97%. By the end of the day, and 2 Cipro later, I was back to 100%. Phew....
-Eric
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